Eerie Silence

There is a eerie silence before the storm, then the gods of wrath descend and tear apart the fabric of life, continuity, saneness, that binds us together and then there is eerie silence once more..

It feels that the storm has not abated still the winds can start blowing any time now trees will be uprooted and houses torn apart Inhabitants will become vagabonds again heavens will open up and cry floods lightning will strike the place we hide..

Eerie silence has descended on me the void inside me is very quiet now waiting for the next onslaught of emotions waiting for the fury to be unleashed can I drown in this slush of my own making can I sleep for sometime before I burn..

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